Taking Stock of January
Just a couple of more days until this month is over and if you would ask me have I had fun or have I made progress I would say yes. The start of this month wasn’t anything to boast about but since my birthday things have been picking up. That’s not only to do with friends but I have started to look for work now with my first interview having come to me a couple of days ago.
I’m speaking to more girls these days and my parting slowly with Lyssa is still in progression even to this day. The beach I have once again visited and the last couple of days have been confidence boosting and full of activity. My Gym days have been going strong, plenty of things have been starting or carrying on this month. Hopefully next month will carry on with more progress…
A Phone Call I Slept Through
Monday is now the day to speak of and it doesn’t matter that we are into the very early hours of the morning of Wednesday, we will write all chronology tonight if it kills me. Tomorrow I have no early day plans so I can write tonight to my hearts content and like I predicted, I have plenty to write about. I have only three words for you, description, description, description. By that I mean that my diary is now laden with description and sometimes it kills me to write in such detail but one day, I hope that these deeds upon my Diary will pay off.
Now as it begins for Monday I was called by Ralf around 10:30 a.m. To tell you the truth I can’t even remember picking up the phone but I can remember the conversation and making an idiot of myself. “Hello” Ralf said to me and as I said hello back to him I truly thought that I had given Ralf a call instead of the opposite. Ralf asked something like “Do you know why I called” and thinking he was joking I said to him “That’s funny, I called you.”
Ralf laughed a little and then he went along with it and asked me why I had given him a call. Trying to be cocky while almost falling asleep I said “I figured that I should pick up the phone and just give you a call out of the blue because I never do” and that’s when Ralf finally informed me that he had called me. When I thought about it I knew that it would have been stupid for me to wake myself up at such an early time to pick up the phone and call Ralf just to surprise him out o the blue.
Dragged Out of Bed
After we had our little laugh at my expense Ralf asked if I still wanted to come out for the day. Because of Australia Day Ralf had the next two days off and figuring that I didn’t want to stay at home asleep all day I told him I would come out but for him to give me some rest. “That’s alright,” Ralf told me “I have to do a couple of things which will take me about an hour and then after that I will come over.”
That sounded like music to ears and as Ralf let me get back to sleep I done just that. When Ralf called me I had only probably been asleep for less than three hours and that’s the point where I am in deep sleep and waking me up virtually fucks me up. When midday arrived Ralf decided to ring me again and as he did he informed me that Keith also wanted to come with us and Keith was on his way to my house.
As I got dressed Keith never did come to my house so I kept watching television waiting for someone to pop over. After twenty minutes it was finally Ralf that came to my house and when he did he beeped out the front. Getting myself ready for the day ahead I dressed for the casual occasion and jumped in Ralf’s car which he now wants to change the sticker to ‘Keeping It Real’.
Keith and the Sim Card
The system cranking, the beats flowing and the wheels rolling, we were headed for our day cruise to wherever our hearts pleased. Giving Keith a call we found that he was at Binh’s shop waiting for Simon to show up. There is a story behind this involving Keith’s sim card, Simon’s phone and the money owed to Keith for the use of Keith’s sim card in Simon’s phone.
If you would go back in time about two months now you would read that Simon asked Keith to jump on his one year mobile phone plan and basically, if he could finish the term and pay the bills whilst keeping his sim card. Keith had objections to this because everyone knows what Buck is like with money but he let him go ahead with it anyway.
Now if Simon wanted to he could fuck up Keith so easily by just not paying the bill because it’s not in his name but Keith was under the assumption that they were going to change the card details over to Buck, it never happened. Now Buck hasn’t paid his second bill being $150 in three weeks and Keith fears that he won’t only get a bad credit rating but he’ll have to pay it in the end.
Simon’s been avoiding Keith and avoiding the payroll he knows he has to give up but doesn’t feel the need to. Keith was chasing this problem that wasn’t supposed to be his problem at all but everyone could see through Buck and realize that he’ll only betray Keith in the long run. Well, it wasn’t that long after all and the way Simon is going he won’t have any friends, he won’t have any money, any assets and sooner than later he’s going to be living on the street or back with his parents.
Simon is a lost cause to money’s hands and he is playing right into them, those greedy fingers of money, so influential to the Buck that stops at his gut. Keith was waiting for Buck at Binh’s shop as they had arranged to meet there but once we arrived we noticed no Buck pulling up. Keith was stood up of his satisfaction for the umpteenth time and he was shitted but he was also vengeful.
Off to Miranda
Keith informed me that if he didn’t get the money back by Tuesday he would steal Simon’s phone off him and use it as collateral. Simon I feel has had far too much helping hands that have stretched to a capacity of assistance that even the thought of this support has stretch marks all over it. Besides the talk of Simon at Binh’s shop I bought a croissant for the way to Miranda, the place we were visiting. Keith tried to call Simon once again but his phone wasn’t on so with that we were on our way.
Driving firstly to Keith’s house we dropped off his car and then our real journey began along the scenic roads, through East Hills and all the way to Miranda. The whole trip was littered with Ralf’s blasting speakers which I didn’t mind up in the front seat but curdled in the back seat by unbearably loud music was Keith’s sour butt, hating every minute.
There I was in the front seat having a good old laugh to myself and enjoying the scenery all the way to Miranda. The point of heading there was just to walk around and notice all the sexy girls there as well as have a good look around. The conversation to Miranda I cannot remember all too well so I gather there wasn’t much high quality conversation, only music chanting to our demented minds.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
